Reticent were moon, sky and birds.
A pall of gloom spread on the trees...
Tinsel webbing spun
linked to the heart of an Oak...
Sitting in the dark;
l will help them see...
Darkness echoes cicadas,
tree frogs, bats & cats...
The sharp ridged hills are called the devil's...
Fields of trodden grass...
Aurora, beautiful northern lights,
Cast magical spells in the aura of night...
His canvas is of the finest
No woven strands of fabric...
As Autumn leaves
A kissed heart so caring...
I thought my thoughts were clear
like rivers flowing with streams...
Ever wonder why a tree sheds its bark?
to add another circle of life...
A perfect solution
was never found. The question...
Who am I to know
the abstract silence...